The Day, Disappearing

img_1537-dec-17-16-pic-for-day-disappearing

How beautiful
It is
To just sit and watch
The
Day, disappearing.

On my path,
Solitude
Has always created
Such
Resonating serenity,
Even
When I was immersed
In the
Midst of hell.

How beautiful
It is
To just be
The
Day, disappearing.

 

© 2016 by John David Higham: All Rights Reserved

Photo: Saturday Becoming Night (Windfall, 12/17/16)